The legend of Li Shuaixi

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"Brother Ascetic, how is this Yang Tian? He asked the ascetic Toutuo beside him.

"Oh~, Amitabha, Brother Xuanzhen regards this as a disciple's strength, which I think is a bit strange. It doesn't seem like the strength of a foundation-building period. Also, his behavior style has no benevolence at all. It is not my style of an orthodox monk. , this son is not useful." After hearing Xuan Zhenzi's question, Ascetic Toutuo, the expression on Ku Song's old face did not change at all, and answered Xuan Zhenzi's question with a flat and paralyzed face.

"Hehe, I don't quite agree with the words of the two senior brothers. I just think that this son will become a great weapon. He is a wizard of Taoism with perseverance in his heart. He can withstand the strength of the Laughing Monk in the late stage of Jindan in the late stage of foundation establishment. This Yang Tian also He is a strange person, I think, he needs to be cultivated a lot." As soon as Kuxing Toutuo's words fell, Qi Shuming, who was watching the competition between the two juniors on the stage, also lightly denied Kuxing Toutuo's opinion, while talking There was also a faint smile on his face, Qi Shuming, the "real man with a wonderful righteousness in the universe", really affirmed Li Shuaixi's strength and means.

"Yeah, I have to be sure that this kid's strength really shouldn't be underestimated. He doesn't look like a normal junior at all. His talent in swordsmanship is really good. Could it be that the younger brother wants to train him himself?" Xuanzhenzi said. Shuming's speech was not too surprising, but he still stroked the white beard at the corner of his mouth, and asked Qi Shuming who was sitting beside him suspiciously.

"Yeah, this kid's kendo cultivation and talent, as well as his superb temperament are all excellent, especially his temperament, which is the heart that we cultivators should have. It's not impossible for you to "refine the emptiness and join the Tao" to survive the catastrophe, maybe you and I can produce a sword fairy." Qi Shuming turned his head and joked to his fellow disciple beside him.

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"Om! Well! What! Ba! Mi! Hum!" "Kang", the laughing monk in the field is really a monk who has been famous for a long time, and he has a lot of means, and he has used many supernatural powers. The laughing monk that Li Shuaixi slapped to death also gradually became a real fire. After chanting the most basic six-character mantra of blessing Buddha mantra again, he suddenly increased the power of Wushuang's dragon and elephant. When he came up, he smashed Li Shuaixi's fiery red flying sword with the bowl in his hand.

"Boom, clang!" Buzz! "After the ferocious bowl collided with Li Shuaixi's red flying sword, the red flying sword unexpectedly shattered into pieces with a clear and loud noise, causing an uproar among the crowd.

"Pfft~~~..." Of course, after Feijian was slaughtered to pieces, Li Shuaixi pretended to spit out a mouthful of pus and blood, and everyone in the audience was excited.

Magic weapons are very important for monks. Even ordinary monks who are not particularly chess fans in contact with magic weapons will still be seriously injured after the magic weapons they sacrificed so much are destroyed. As a sword repairer, if he didn't even have the slightest thing about Feijian being destroyed, everyone would have strong doubts even if they were innocent.

"Ahhhhh~, it's really not strong. Senior Brother Xiao is really strong. The power of the advanced Buddhist practice of Buddhism is amazing." Li Shuaixi looked at the fiery red flying sword with only a hilt in his hand , showing a knowing smile on the surface, he shook his sword hilt at the smiling monk nonchalantly, and said lightly with some embarrassment.

Although this red flying sword is not top-notch, it is still top-grade. During the past three years, Li Shuaixi went out to do missions and accidentally killed a Jindan stage monk. Li Shuaixi didn't feel any reluctance when it was suddenly shattered in the monk's storage bag, he was just a little angry, but under Li Shuaixi's quick thinking, he just looked at the smile in the eyes of the smiling monk. The slight anger immediately turned into a thick banter, just like the weird smile of a cat when it is torturing a mouse.

"Amitabha! Brother, if you don't make a move again, the poor monk will be disrespectful." Before the laughing monk finished declaring his thoughts, with a bang, Li Shuaixi ruthlessly threw the flying sword hilt in his hand to the opposite side laughing monk.

"Boom!" Sure enough, it did not exceed the expectations of the Emei disciples and the audience, and this move did not do any effective damage to the laughing monk, and the flying sword hilt was easily crushed into pieces by the laughing monk's golden palm.

"Brother Laughing's Buddhism is really profound, I have to use all my strength, Junior Brother." After such a long decisive battle, Li Shuaixi has already realized that the cultivation strength he can only show, the foundation building period, is no longer enough for him to defeat the laughing monk , So under Li Shuaixi's evil smile, the laughing monk felt a chill, and he actually left a lot of sweat under his golden body.

"Look, Brother Yang's other flying sword is so cool!!! I want it too, I wonder if it's a spiritual weapon, it feels so strong!!"

"Yeah, what's the point of talking about that flying sword? It's impossible for such an awesome flying sword to not even have a "spiritual weapon". I think it's more like a fairy weapon!!"

"You're crazy, Senior Brother Yang's flying sword is fake, but you have to distinguish reality, okay!?"

"I don't know if it's a fairy weapon, maybe our Senior Brother Yang must have a good fortune, I don't think this flying sword is simple.

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As everyone started a heated discussion, Li Shuaixi took out a golden short club from the storage ring as if no one was watching. After Li Shuaixi played with it easily and familiarly for a while, the golden short stick quickly changed. It turned into a golden lightsaber, and after the flying sword was revealed, everyone stared at Bukuang without taking their eyes off it.

"Senior Brother Laughing, take my trick, haha!" Li Shuaixi held the Sword of Scarlet Thinking in his hand, and stepped on the seven-star position in a suspended state, walking seven steps in a row in the air, and the long sword suddenly pierced the sky. There was also some anticipation on his face, and he couldn't help chanting a mantra:

"The Nine Heavens Profound Temple, turned into a divine thunder.

Huanghuang Tianwei, lead him with the sword! "

In a moment, the originally clear blue sky turned dark, and the dark clouds that suddenly appeared in the sky were surging, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed on the edge of the black clouds.

The sky was even darker, dark clouds overwhelmed the top, and a huge vortex slowly appeared in the thick clouds.Like a passage in the netherworld, a huge vortex with a pitch-black depth and an invisible bottom hangs upside down in the sky, like a Jiuyou monster opening its terrifying mouth, trying to devour everything in the world.The wind was fierce and the wind was blowing.The thunder rumbled, and the electric glow moved.

boom! "

There was an explosion of thunder, which almost exploded from the sky above Tongtian Peak. Everyone could vaguely feel the ground under their feet shaking slightly, as if the ancient thunder god was disturbed and fell asleep, roaring furiously!

Everyone changed color all of a sudden!The endless destructive aura came out, and this terrible supernatural power actually reminded the "Three Immortals of the East China Sea" of the Heavenly Tribulation that they had not seen for a long time, and stood up like all the Emei disciples for a while.

At this moment, the laughing monk in the sky was unable to avoid the heavy thunder oppressing his back, and golden sweat emerged from the golden Buddha's head. However, Monk Laughing crazily gathered mana, formed the Buddhist lion seal in his hands, and tried his best to resist the coercion and the coming storm.

"Crack!" A dull sky thunder that looked like an angry dragon fell down from the mortal world, and it actually stuck to the tip of Li Shuaixi's sword. Li Shuaixi's expression was serious and mixed with excitement. Just like this, he rushed towards the laughing monk in the sky.

"Boom!" "Crack" stop! "Shen Lei roared madly under the resistance of the laughing monk sweating, and after a loud noise, Shen Lei easily exploded all the defensive magic weapons of the laughing monk, and slammed on his body in one breath. The monk's family background is quite rich, and before the divine thunder hits him, most of the attacks have been offset by the beads, cassock and Linglong pagoda, otherwise it would have turned into dust, even now the laughing monk has been chopped all over his body There is no good skin on the top and bottom, the golden skin has become the past, and now he is lying on the ring, just like an African refugee, and the Emei disciples are all tsk when they see the laughing monk. Fang, all involuntarily pulled back a little distance, looking at the murderer in horror, Li Shuaixi was still standing on the ring nonchalantly, the only difference was that Scarlet Sword took back his storage ring.

Li Shuaixihe, who was experimenting with his whim this time, was very happy, because he had obtained countless cultivation secrets and lost supernatural powers from Ziyuan, the legend of gods and ghosts. "The sword formula of "Shenlei Yujian Zhenjue", when Li Shuaixi saw this trick, Li Shuaixi once thought about giving up this trick, because he had never learned cultivation or "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Tao". It is really impossible to use this trick of the Divine Lightning Yujian, but fortunately, he had a whim, and he remembered the essence of the Scarlet Sword, (Feixiang Sword: This sword was originally a treasure of the heavens. One of them is an item passed down from generation to generation by the Bi Na family to control the "temperament" of the crimson color. Its power does not lie in its sharpness, but in the weather (natural) disasters it can control and cause. It is said that only It can only be used by the celestial beings of the Bi that family who can see through all the "temperament" of the soul.)

So it was because of this whim and his understanding of cultivation in the past three years that he finally successfully used this well-known sword art to brutally kill Monk Laughing. (To be continued.)